Katherin Hassan-Clarke and Esther Quinn, young lovers living on the coast of Riga, Latvia, face the terrifying realisation that their home is no longer safe when a deadly zombie pathogen ravages Eastern Europe. Fleeing their home before they are for...
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Morgana slid down the hill, overturning rocks and soil as her feet dug into the dirt. She gripped the metal bat in her hands, constantly swivelling her body in search for zombies. This hadn't been a good idea. She should've asked Jaxx to grab the car instead. He was a much better fighter than her, anyway.
Katherin staggered after Morgana. She held a knife loosely between her fingers, her bad arm pressed against her chest underneath Jaxx's jacket.
Jaxx had surrendered, allowing Morgana and Katherin to risk their lives on one condition: that Katherin bind her arm to lessen the blood loss. They didn't have access to any bandages though, so they'd improvised. Katherin's shirt had been torn into strips; the material wrapped around the wound and crafted into a sling. Jaxx had then shed his jacket, helping Katherin wrap it around her shoulders.
Katherin knew that Jaxx blamed himself for the situation they were in. She wanted to reassure him, to tell him that it wasn't his fault, but she couldn't find the words. It had been her fault for losing her composure, for storming out of the apartment complex without listening to reason. She had risked Ivory's life. It had been her that argued with Jaxx, who snapped at everyone, even though they hadn't done anything wrong.
Katherin would find her voice, someday. She'd talk to a therapist once society rebuilt itself. If it rebuilt itself.
The fog had returned, shrouding the view of the road. Katherin could barely see Morgana, who stood an arm's length away.
Katherin shivered. This mightn't have been such a good idea, after all. She shouldn't have tried to play the hero.
Morgana felt her way down the road, trying to remember where she'd seen the car. It would be no use if they became lost. Jaxx and Gwynth would be left to fight the horde alone.
She and Katherin needed to succeed. Their friend's lives depended on it.
Katherin reached out to touch Morgana's arm.
Morgana flinched, her metal bat raised to attack. Her heart pounded within her chest, begging to be let out of its cage.
"You scared me," Morgana mumbled, her words muddling together as she tried to stay quiet.
They didn't know where the zombies were. There had been plenty milling around the car, near the apartment complex. Katherin and Morgana stood in the middle, surrounded by a sea of unknown.
"The car. It's this way," Katherin spoke simply.
Morgana nodded, biting down on her lip. She forced herself to walk at a normal pace, despite her urge to sprint towards the vehicle. If the zombies were nearby, they'd only be attracted to her panicked gait.
Morgana tripped.
The metal bat fell to the cement.
Katherin steadied Morgana before she fell, her good arm straining to take the weight.
